Letting go

to the wind

to the world

all the baggage

of yesterday

Letting go

I surrender

Humbly, I do


Because tommorrow

I'm going to be guilty

of picking through the

garbage and trash cans

accumulating much of  it

all over again

feeling like a weakling

a loser


But you love me anyway

even though I could

hate myself to death

You, one who understands

my internal struggle

understanding that a battle

may be won today

but the war ain't over

tomorrow